Time unfurls in spirals; doodling the cosmos in facetious ink.
The stars are whispers, memories trapped in the embrace of gravity.
Here, among the celestial scribbles, we convene; not to debate but to dance alone.
A comet's waltz across eternity, perhaps a mirage of forgotten summers.
Shadows of nebulae stretch like lazy cats upon the velvet universe.
And here, a doodle takes flight—an asymmetrical star ship sailing.
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